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I can’t stop my laugh because obviously, that’s not true. Not even five minutes ago his face was buried in my pussy and his cock inside me, but I’ll keep that information to myself. It might make her act way crazier than she’s acting now. And it’s absolutely none of her business what we do with one another.
“Look, your problem is with King, not me.”
I try to open my door to end this ridiculous conversation, argument, or whatever the hell you want to call it because I do not have it in me to waste my time or energy on a loon. But she grabs me, digging her nails into my arm, and on instinct, I whirl around, then twist her arm around her back and push her against the door.
She screams bloody murder but that’s not going to get me to let her go. She started this shit and now I’m going to finish it.
I push her arm further into her back. I know the shit hurts because of years of self-defense training, I know how it feels. It’s almost like your shoulder is being slowly pulled from the socket. But she shouldn’t have touched me and saved us both a bunch of trouble.
“I was trying to be nice, Janie. I was trying to deal with you, woman to woman.”
She screams as I push her arm up a little higher just to make sure I’m getting my point across. If I go any further and push a little harder, I’ll break it which really isn’t what I want even if it’s what she deserves for thinking she can touch me.
What I want is for her to realize, I’m not like all these other women she can push around. I’m not the one to be played with or bullied. As I told her before she tried this stupid shit, her problem is with King, not me. The sooner she realizes it the better off she’ll be especially when it comes to me.
Maybe I’ll dislocate it just so she knows not to fuck with me again.
“I tried to walk away from your crazy ass. But you wanted to be a stupid bitch and put your hands on me.”
“Let me go!” She struggles against my hold, tears streaming down her face. But I don’t care how much pain she’s in. “You’re hurting me!”
“You should’ve thought about that before you touched me,” I say, making sure to maintain the pressure I have on her arm.
Heavy footfalls running up the stairs sound, but I don’t let her go. I know he’s coming, and I want him to see how she wasn’t supposed to be a problem, but here we are.
“Hey!” he shouts as soon as he reaches the top of the stairs. “What the hell is going on!?”
I look over my shoulder and arch my brow. “I thought she wasn’t going to be a problem, Dylan.”
“Alana…”
“King!” Janie screams, interrupting whatever he wants to say to me. “Baby, get this crazy bitch away from me. She attacked me and accused me of all kinds of shit.”
“Yeah baby,” I mock, rolling my eyes. “Get this crazy bitch away from me.”
His eyes narrow on me, and I don’t give a fuck about his anger, or my disrespect of him. I let go of her arm and push her towards him. She stumbles into him and grasps his leather vest, clinging to him for dear life. Jealousy swirls inside me but I push it down.
I admit she’s a really good actress. The tears, the snot, which is probably from me almost breaking her arm, but she pulled the victim card quickly even though she started all this shit.
“Alana…”
King calls my name, and I can hear the apology and explanation in his voice before he can say anything. But I don’t have time for her shit.
Or his.
I throw up my hand stopping him from finishing his fucking apology. “I don’t want to hear it.” I am so over this shit. Over him and Janie. Matteo. Life. I’m over fucking, all of it. “Handle your shit, Dylan, and leave me the fuck out of it.”
He calls my name again, but I ignore him, push open the door, close it behind me, then lock it just in case he tries to barge his way in here to excuse her actions, apologize, or explain shit to me I don’t want to hear. I don’t need him to do anything other than keep his drama away from me. I have enough shit to deal with, without having to deal with his too.
Leaning against the door, I blow out a breath. I’m pissed. Not only am I pissed about being in the middle of something that has absolutely nothing to do with me, but I’m also so fucking angry Iallowedmyself to be dragged into the middle. I’m not here to find a man. I’m here for his protection from someone that will kill me and not think twice about it.
“All I wanted was a few hours away from this place, not be caught in the middle of some imaginary love triangle. What in the actual fuck, Alana? This is what the hell you get for not listening to your head. When are you ever going to fucking learn?”
I run my hand through my hair. Despite Dylan being the best fuck I’ve ever had, I’m not putting up with this kind of bullshit because I don’t have to.
His dick, no matter how good, is not worth my peace. We’ve had our fun, and now it’s over.
Chapter Ten
